Lost

i was gonna do like an emotional piece with pretty colors

but then the dynamic action poses demon whispered to me and who am i to deny her

this is my way of coping

I continue to post slightly old art...😅

I beautiful collab thingy with gorgeous @miowess

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Every teenage girl has a phase when she imagines herself and her crush as transcendent incomprehensible space deities

So why Ochako wouldn't if she actually can

Stuff for rus!AU tgck cuz I promised someone- (mewa sorry I took so long)

They're so cute I'd eat them both tbh

The whole lore is below the cut (loads of text yay)

Setting: a small Russian town in the middle of the early 2000s haunted by remnants of the criminal 1990s

Himiko: is from quite a wealthy family who could afford to send the girl to learn rhythmic gymnastics (which was so easy to pay for considering the equipment and all). Her upbringing was all about constant demands - better, stronger, training, diets.

Still, no matter how hard she tried, it was never enough. The only thing that Himiko got from the sport were underdeveloped body (she hasn't gained much height and remained as thin as a stick) and quite some damage to her joints that still bothers her.

Naturally, her escape from the abusive environment was a less than perfect company and some teenage rebellion. She shaved half her hair, got piercings, began smoking - all that just to get as far from the "perfect girl" image as possible. Somehow, a group of weathered criminals became more of a family to her than the people left at her old home.

These days, Himiko stayed where she could (not that she could peruse the kindness of her old friends too much), hoping to scrape by busking and selling not-so-legal stuff to schoolers. At least it was like that until she met HER.....

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Ochako: is from a poor yet extremely supportive household. While her parents are slaving at work, she takes care of both the house and her disabled grandmom. Dreams of working as a police and studies hard to enroll into the police academy.

She is ruthlessly bullied at school - not that Ochako, with her ton of responsibilities, ever had time to make friends. More than that, the "teacher's pet" is never the favorite student of the class. The fact that sealed her fate was simple - Ochako is... chubby, just like any other woman in her family. It was never an issue before socializing came into view, so being harassed came across as a total shock.

Not that Ochako couldn't fight back - she's always so busy and focused on things that are actually important that the surroundings barely register to her as it is. Besides, her easygoing nature and kindness just let the things pass by, even if she honestly wouldn't mind getting rid of a few pounds...

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Ochako has chosen the dark alleyways on her way back home again. It's easier, if not safer, than listening to the nasty boys calling after her as she passes.

"Fat cow" this, "fat cow" that... What's bad in cows, anyway? Cows are cute and didn't deserve to have an actual insult named after them..... Not that her classmates need a huge reason to harass anyone. Ochako just was unlucky enough to have the wrong genes.

Himiko has been observing the dark alleyway ahead for a while now. She's hoping to prey on someone weak to steal some cash for a dinner, but this far it was of no success.

The girl has been changing places for her "hunt" often enough, but this neighborhood has seen better times for sure. Still, it's early to lower her guard, and Himiko tightens her grip on the butterfly knife in her pocket as she hears someone approaching. To her surprise, it's just a schoolgirl.

Himiko checks the potential prey with a trained eye - clothes old, but certainly taken care of and worn neatly. Such a type holds little interest - parents probably don't even give her pocket money.

It is, for sure, a "good girl" - the type she can easily recognize, as she had been one herself. Now, though, this kind of girls only makes Himiko grimace with open disdain. This is the last thing she can do before the girl turns around.

Their eyes meet - cat-like gold against warm browns, and Himiko can't look away. The petite stranger is so... cute.

The pomegranate tree near me produced a bunch of fruit this year, and I felt inspired.

I love them.

Sittin chillin thinkin (sleepin)

aka russian winters for my girlies